LOGINThe morning stretched thinner than it should have.I stayed in the command space with the maps and the two cases while the camp worked around the absence of the second party. Every half hour a runner from the outer posts confirmed the same thing. No movement from the Regent’s columns. No flare from the southern corridors.Asher came in after the third check. “Still nothing. Either they have not reached the ambush ground yet or they are moving more carefully than the first team.”“They were told to be careful.”“Careful does not always survive contact.”Wren sat on the edge of the table, arms bound against her body. “You are already thinking about going after them.”“I am thinking about what happens if the next flare is the wrong color again.”Ronan stood near the wall under escort, listening. The bond remained quiet, a steady low presence that offered no guidance.Sable entered with a short written update. “Outer rotations are clean. I pulled one extra tracker back from the east line
First light came thin and gray.I stood in the archive doorway while Sable finished the last of the volunteer checks. Four wolves waited in the yard beyond her, already geared for fast travel. None of them looked rested. None of them looked uncertain either.Sable turned to me. “These four. Two trackers, one Ironback who can read the older ground signs, and one from the alliance group who knows the southern corridors. All volunteers. All clear-eyed about the odds.”“Names.”She gave them. I repeated each one silently so I would not forget who we were sending after a man who might already be beyond reach.Asher joined us, arms folded. “Outer lines report no movement from the columns overnight. They are still withdrawn. That can change the moment we commit people to the road.”“I know.”Wren came up on my other side, shoulder still bound. “You can still hold them back another day.”“And give the Warden another day of quiet,” I said. “Garrick did not spend what he spent so we could hesit
The archive room stayed lit long after the rest of the camp went to a restless quiet.I spread both sets of fragments across the main table. Garrick’s notes. The older records. Callum’s trail marks. The second case’s additional pieces. Together they formed a clearer line than any of us had held before.Sable arrived first. “Outer lines are steady. No sign of the columns turning back yet. I left standing orders to wake me the moment that changes.”“Good.”Asher came in next, followed by Wren and Callum. Ronan entered under escort and took a place near the wall without being asked to move closer.I did not waste time.“Garrick confirmed the location twice. Once in the case he sent ahead, once in the case recovered from the ambush site. The older fragments support the same ground. It is real. And he believed the Warden was already moving to finish something there.”Asher leaned over the map. “How far?”Callum answered. “If the marks are accurate, two days of hard travel for a small group
The first signal flare went up just after midday.It was the wrong color.Sable saw it before I did and was already moving. “That is the compromised signal. Not pursuit. Not living recovery. Compromised.”The command space went quiet in the way it only did when everyone understood the meaning at once.Asher’s voice was flat. “How long before they reach the gate?”“If they are still moving under their own power, less than an hour,” Sable answered. “If they are carrying wounded or worse, longer.”“Prepare the medical building,” I said. “And keep the outer watch tight. I do not want a second surprise while we are looking the other way.”Wren stayed beside me as the camp adjusted. “You knew this was likely.”“Knowing it and watching the flare are different things.”“I know.”Ronan arrived under escort, still bandaged, still too pale. The bond registered him with a low, tight pull.“The wrong flare,” he said.“Yes.”“Then we prepare for the version of the news that does not include a full
The case sat open on the table between us.I read Garrick’s note a third time even though the words had not changed. A location. A warning that the Warden’s timeline was shorter than any of us had calculated. And the clear implication that he had not expected to deliver the information himself.Asher spoke first. “We cannot ignore it. If the location is real, every hour we spend debating is an hour the Warden keeps moving.”Sable leaned on the edge of the table. “We also cannot empty the camp while the Regent’s columns are still unaccounted for. They left once. They can return.”“I am not asking to empty the camp,” I said. “I am asking for a small rescue party and a clear priority. Garrick sent this ahead because he believed the information mattered more than the team. That does not mean we abandon the team.”Wren stood with her bound arm held close. “Who goes?”“Volunteers only. People who understand the ground and the risk. No one who is still needed to hold the outer markers if the
The quiet felt wrong.Sable walked straight up to me, mud to the knees. “Confirmed. Full disengagement on every active approach. No rearguard. No visible traps. They are simply leaving.”Asher joined us. “Casualties are still being counted. Northwest secondary line took the worst of it. We held, but it cost us. The alliance group on the east is intact and asking for orders.”“Tell them to hold their position,” I said. “No one pursues a retreat we do not understand.”Callum looked between us. “This does not match any pattern I saw under Ysolde. She never abandoned a field advantage without a clear political reason.”“The Regent is not Ysolde,” Sable answered. “That is the problem.”I kept my eyes on the northwest. “Something pulled them. The elite unit failed. The main columns were still under pressure. Yet they left. Find out why.”Asher nodded. “I am sending runners to the outer posts for clearer sight lines.”“Do it.”We were still standing there when two wolves half-carried a third







